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Random Brainstorm That Kept Me Awake Last Night
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The Valley of Indecision
Grad school: Study for the GRE, which includes lots of unnecessary mathematics, and prepare for a life without money. Get into a school too far away to go to without breaking up with the manimal. Try to decide what to do for the following five or ten years while pursuing different therapeutic remedies for the depression which will result from ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Youthful Transgressions
I regret two things: Not becoming anorexic when I had the chance, and not realizing I could emancipate myself from my neglectful guardians. Just think, I could have been a skinny, well-educated, bi-coastal, bi-sexual biped. Let that be a lesson to you, girls. Run the hell away from your crap homes in your crap towns, starve yourself, and things ( Read more... ) -
My Version of: The Notebook
Here we are again, my lovely; I've missed your quiet need, your never-greedy absorption of what I can and cannot write. I had forgotten, again, exactly how necessary it is for me to visit you daily, to feel the bump grow on my right middle finger, to strain the knuckles and the nerves and the wrist with their sweet exercise. How could I have ( Read more... ) -
La Jolla Mornings
I watch the maids walk by from the bus stop all the way at the bottom of the hill. Before the bus stop, they came to the bus station in Old Town from their homes across the border in Tijuana, choosing the bus that would take them to the bottom of Mount Soledad so they can climb it and go to work ( Read more... ) -
Writer's Block: Investigations of a Female Nature
Babette! Now if I can just get published, you'll be able to make her your favorite, too.
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Freakishly On-Point Sonnet by Wm Wordsworth
"Nuns fret not at their convent's narrow room;
And hermits are contented with their cells;
And students with their pensive citadels;
Maids at the wheel, the weaver at his loom,
Sit blithe and happy; bees that soar for bloom,
High as the highest Peak of Furness-fells,
Will murmur by the hour in foxglove bells;
In truth the prison, into which we doom
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El Cazador
My dearest manimal is on his way to LAX this morning with his fourteen-year-old twin sons. From there they will go to Lima, changing planes to go to Santiago, and then on to Montevideo, Uruguay. They'll stay in Punta del Este in a bed-and-breakfast the rest of the week, going hunting for perdiz and jabali. Much as I love travel, I'm glad to stay ( Read more... ) -
The Pain of The Feet
Oh how my garden grows, y'all, and oh how my body aches. From the simple herb garden I have expanded to tending the entire acre plot on which this ridiculously large house is situated. Tens of bougainvillea vines that need pruning and feeding and watering--poor things have been horribly neglected. Rosebushes that have been decimated by aphids. A ( Read more... ) -
Scenes Before a Job Interview
Vision of the Future One: I have to sit in a dimly lit windowless cubicle hour after hour, day after day, unable to do my best work because of the noise from co-workers screaming at their children over the phone, laughing about the antics of their children together, typing too loudly, breathing their poisoned re-conditioned air, listening to ( Read more... )